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Highs in the Minuses

by Charlotte Cornfield

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1.
Skateboarding by the lake with you Practicing our style Cool air, it’s just a sheet of blue We stay there for a while Watching the sun get lower And you lean on my shoulder And tell me that you think you’re Finally getting the hang Of the kick push thing The kick push thing The kick push thing The kick push thing The kick push thing The kick push thing The kick push thing The kick push thing
2.
Headlines 03:41
Woke up sweating over the state of affairs From my mountain isolation Up 3 flights of stairs And I wish it were morning And I wish this was over This type of thing used to throw me but now I’m older So I just stay naked, make a coffee and some toast Scroll through the news of the hour Try not to hold it too close Eventually get myself out the door Eventually breathe in the cool air Process the fact that I’m here and that you are there Skimming headlines, walking slowly Circling around Flashing headlights, beaming lowly Circling around Skimming headlines, walking slowly Circling around Flashing headlights, beaming lowly Circling around So what if I don’t kiss the ring? Will I be kicked to the curb? Will I not believe in anything? We’re not supposed to go outside And the stores are all closed Never seen the city so dead and so morose It’s a crisis But we haven’t got the words Or the gall to describe it When everybody’s heard Different information And it’s slippin’ through a sieve But the cats are all still yowling in the city where I live Skimming headlines, walking slowly Circling around Flashing headlights, beaming lowly Circling around Skimming headlines, walking slowly Circling around Flashing headlights, beaming lowly Circling around Circling around Circling around
3.
Pac-Man 04:25
You said you just came to Check me out ‘cause I was playing in town Am I supposed to believe that? No As if you’ve changed since 10 years ago Translucent ashtray Trapped my eyes Did you need to come by? You said just for one drink, why do I always give in? When you’re just as slippery as you’ve always been You never brought me up enough To really let me down You were just trying to mitigate the thing But you never told me that you’d already bought her You never told me that you’d already bought her You never told me that you’d already bought her a ring In the partial lamplight Splayed like a fan I thought you were my man And so I gave you my body But I was just playing second fiddle And you had me pinned down right there in the middle You were like a pac-man Eating everything in sight And you know what? you were right When you said that you were bad What a bad trip But I still trip on the time we had You never brought me up enough To really let me down You were just trying to mitigate the thing But you never told me you’d already bought her You never told me that you’d already bought her You never told me that you’d already bought her a ring
4.
21 04:30
You left your bike out to rust in the rain And I walked past it every day A reminder of your departure Guess it seemed a bit insane But I showed up at your place in gingham On the day that you left town And we acted like nothing was wrong I was being my usual clown I was 21 I was 21 Ana was having some problems She asked me to take care of her cat Sadie only had 3 legs And I don’t know how she got like that But I carried her home in a box And she yowled the whole way And clawed right through the cardboard Trying to make a great escape I was 21 I was 21 I was 21 Dave used to fix my guitar And I didn’t really know him at all But one night I bumped into him at a party And we were talking for a while in the hall And then we got a drink but I can’t remember where And he walked me back to my place And he tasted like an ashtray And had very little grace I was still so hung up on you Would have done anything you wanted me to I was still so hung up on you Would have done anything you wanted me to I was 21 I was 21 I was 21 21 21 21
5.
Black Tattoo 04:36
You, muscling through the crowd so gently I know you see me, I know you see me Circling your name Pasting your face in my frame Passing you all of my fries You’re not capable of telling lies, you tell me Everything I wanna know And in the glistening sand you hold me And I’m in overalls, you’re gonna hit the ocean And I watch you splash around Gentlest smile I ever found And when you whisper in my ear you don’t tell me Everything I wanna hear, you just tell me What it is I I oughtta know Black tattoo blooming ‘cross your arm but not moving Flecks of pink paint on your skin And I’m wondering where you were before But it doesn’t matter anymore After the double birthday party When we were in bed I played a song for you And then you pulled me in Cue the tiny violins And the little butterflies Guess my heart is yours to burglarize So come on in and steal everything. Black tattoo blooming ‘cross your arm but not moving Flecks of pink paint on your skin And I’m wondering where you were before But it doesn’t matter anymore
6.
Blame Myself 02:59
As a teenager I kept to myself Put pen to paper and wrote to nobody else Put pen to paper and wrote to Norway Lived in a fantasy, and that was okay Drank wine on a trampoline in Rosedale Sang my heart away My friends supported me I still think about them every day But I try not to blame myself For anything I did When I was just a kid I try not to blame myself For anything I did When I was just a kid Music is my bread and butter Not much bread, not much butter But I’m happy as I embrace my honest representation of self Put pen to paper and write for nobody else Lied once to Amelia Thank god she forgave me When she found out I was seein’ ya, She said, “I know that no one will save me,” Still I try not to blame myself For anything I did When I was just a kid I try not to blame myself For anything I did When I was just a kid My tone knob is broken None of the music shops are open I was going to walk down ‘cause I can’t even drive Part of me is still 17 in my mind
7.
In the sweat of that summer Sittin’ on the stairs In front of the window Of the Kensington cave that was my room The Kensington cave that was my room The Kensington cave that was my room I almost got electrocuted By that air conditioner But I still drank chock full of nuts coffee With that thing blasting on me Sometimes I’d bike to Brighton Beach One time there I bumped in to JC He was the one who held our lease He’d had it for 10 years so it was cheap But man that guy was such a creep That was my south Brooklyn summer Marching to the beat of my own drummer That was my south Brooklyn summer I was out of the country I was out of the country I’d walk to the deli To buy some orbit gum They don’t sell that kind back where I come from Heat burning holes into the asphalt The construction guys made me laugh my ass off I’d say, “Hey come on, focus on the pavement.” And then I’d walk home just wondering where the day went And who was gonna cut my hair That was my south Brooklyn summer Marching to the beat of my own drummer That was my south Brooklyn summer I was out of the country That was my south Brooklyn summer Marching to the beat my own drummer That was my south Brooklyn summer I was out of the country I was out of the country I was out of the country
8.
You watch me talk And you watch me work the room And you watch me drink black coffee And I’m coming and I’m going And I don’t need a defender I don’t need a never ender Don’t even need you to be tender Just don’t be mean When you pushed me away Something in me atrophied I was caught up in our sad ballet Of fighting ‘til we fell asleep You don’t even like my songs You don’t even like me And left in the light of day The trouble is all you see I’m walking over to your place Will I get Jekyll or will I get Hyde? See that pained look upon your face Barely make it inside Will you just take me in your arms? Will you just let things lie? Instead of twisting til you break ‘em You’re gonna make the whole thing die Now I’m just passing my afternoon unfocussed and blurry Lightheaded and drunk for you I’m passing my afternoon unfocussed and blurry Lightheaded and drunk for you Drunk for you Drunk for you Drunk for you
9.
I spilled a glass of water The second that I met you Apologized to the bartender And laughed You were so disarming With all of your sincerity I really could have died You really had me rapt There was so much bad news Before I met you There was so much bad news Before I met you I undid my jacket Draped it on a chair Forgot it had been raining And that I was drenched You got us some ciders And we slowly sipped ‘em And I lost track of time Forgot what time meant There was so much bad news Before I met you There was so much bad news Before I met you But now I’m living in a storybook ending where we Never had a chance to hollywoodize it But when I look in your eyes It rains in windy cities And I I know I have a partner in crime I know I have a partner in crime When we said goodbye I wanted to kiss you But I barely knew you And we’re both so shy I walked home stumbling Not even drunk or anything Smiling my head off Smiling my eyes out There was so much bad news Before I met you There was so much bad news Before I met you But now I’m living in a storybook ending where we Never had a chance to hollywoodize it But when I look in your eyes It rains in windy cities And I I know I have a partner in crime I know I have a partner in crime I know I have a partner in crime
10.
It’s like a see-saw getting through the day Trying to stay present in a meaningful way I can’t handle it, I feel so strange Move my body without thinking Go for a walk at the crack of dawn Try to dust off what I’ve been sleepin’ on Get a coffee, put some shit in it Walk it home and try not to spill it Turn the radio on Like a comfort blanket Like modern medicine Like history repeating I’m afraid of history repeating Drag the recycling back to the garage The cut in my leg all covered in gauze Dad told me I should get it stitched But I can’t stand hospitals, they make me sick They just remind me of when things were worse Tests and injections, treatments that didn’t work Fluorescent lighting, crying in the bathroom Blood on a towel, industrial vacuum And a radio on Like a comfort blanket Like modern medicine Like history repeating I’m afraid of history repeating I’m so much better now, I swear But some days I can’t shake the feeling That I used to be so hopeless And I used to want to quit, I guess Some things you just carry with you Some things you just carry with you Some things you just carry with you I used to have to go stand in a tube Naked with goggles on, black light mood My own little spaceship, just me alone No distractions, no tin can phone I wonder what I was thinking about When the lights came on before they let me out There was even a countdown just like on TV 3, 2, 1 beam me up baby Turn the radio on Like a comfort blanket Like modern medicine Like history repeating Like history repeating Like history repeating
11.
Destroy Me 03:04
Got a call from Chris out of the blue He asked me how this time had been And I said, “Alright, you know. Things are pretty slow around here.” He said his kids were having fun with the chickens in the yard And that felt so far away From the city groundhog day I’d been living My anxiety’s crippling And where did it come from And where is it going And will it destroy me? Will it destroy me? Will it destroy me? Spent a couple months in Montreal Just to get a little break From big smoke billowin’ And all the other bullshit back home We tied our bikes up to the car A little bit precarious They were dangling off the back Hanging from the rack like bones My anxiety’s crippling And where did it come from? And where is it going? And will it destroy me? Will it destroy me? Will it destroy me? You and I cleaned up our little place On a sweaty afternoon We could still see the moon But was it from the night or the day? And does it even matter anyway? How will I see this memory? And more importantly How will you see me? My anxiety’s crippling And where did it come from? And where is it going? And will it destroy me? Will it destroy me? Will it destroy me? Will it destroy me?

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released October 29, 2021

All songs by Charlotte Cornfield
Recorded by Howard Bilerman at Hotel2Tango in Montreal, assisted by Shae Brossard
Mixed by Steve Chahley at That 70s Basement
Mastered by Sarah Register, New York

Charlotte Cornfield – vocals, guitar, piano, bass, synth
Liam O’Neill – drums, percussion
Alexandra Levy – bass (1,3-5,10)
Sam Gleason – guitar, synth (1, 2, 7-9, 11)
Amy Millan – backing vocals (3)
Howard Bilerman – noise (9)

Photography by Sara Melvin
Design and Layout by Mays Awad

Thank you to Nelson Silva, Mom, Dad, Joe Cornfield, Mays Awad, Howard Bilerman, Shae Brossard, Steve Chahley, Sam Gleason, Alexandra Levy, Liam O'Neill, Amy Millan, Kim Richey, Evan Dubinsky, Evan Newman, Natalie Davila, Destiny Rosenberg, Leif Vollebekk, Amy Fort, Nigel Ward, and the wonderful people at Next Door Records, Polyvinyl, and Double Double Whammy.

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